I sure wish you would have hung around a little bit this season.
You disappeared in June when it snowed.
You sorta went on vacation in July.
You might have been a bit more visible in August.
I loved those two days of 92 degrees.
Thank you very much.
Oh, and about September, your performance has been dismal.
So, next year, would you please decide to stay?
I'll gladly do whatever it takes.
Throw salt over my left shoulder.
Light firecrackers on New Years Day.
Run nekked through the forest...or not.
Just let me know what it takes to make you feel welcome next year. What's your summer mojo?
I'll do it.
Right now, it's still summer.
42 degrees just isn't cuttin' it.
Summerless in Iceburg